BY VALERIE CATROW Originally published on the RVANews Ever since the news of Jerry Sandusky’s deplorable acts of child sexual abuse broke late last year, I’ve wanted to write about it. But whenever I tried to piece together my thoughts, I froze. My fingers, my breathing, my brain, everything. The prospect of my child (or any child) becoming the victim of sexual abuse makes me…well… I can’t even label the feelings stirred up by such a notion. Fear? Panic? Blinding rage? Yes, to all of …